New York Minute 58 - Psycho Cab Driver

After working until nearly three in the morning on a critical computer failure, I jumped in a taxi in an effort to get home and catch a few hours of sleep. My nerves were already on edge from the challenges of an extremely long and difficult day. Riding with an aggressive driver only made things worse.

Every time a traffic signal turned green, the guy punched the accelerator sending the car lurching forward. Because the guy was driving too fast, the light at the next intersection would almost always be red. (The lights in New York are timed to work with a 25 mile per hour speed limit.) Psycho taxi driver slammed on the brakes at the red light, then punched the accelerator again when the light turned green. 

Fifty blocks of lurching starts and stops were only part of the fun. Psycho Guy saw fit to cut off every other driver along the way. I heard so many horns beeping at us, I fears that one of those drivers was going to pull out a gun and start shooting.

When the dickhead dropped me off at my corner, I purposely walked on the wrong side of the street and several doors past my building. I didn't want him to see where I lived. I walked half a block pretending to look at my phone. When I stopped and turned around, he was still sitting at the intersection staring at me. Finally, he took off, and I went home.

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